"Eh-hem!"
Huoyuan fell into a cloud of dust while vomiting blood. Shaking his head hard, he coughed out the sand in his mouth. A streak of fire rose from his mouth along with the sand, which melted the sand into tiny drops of lava it could fall on the ground.
Raising his head, Huoyuan looked at Wuzhi Qi in confusion. He touched the tens of puncture wounds left on his body by the wave of golden flying swords, feeling his fingers scorched. The scary fire power lingering in his wounds was unbearable, that even as a fire Qilin, Huoyuan's scales were softened by that fire.
The fire which hurt him was even more powerful than the Qilin essence fire. The fires at this level were fairly rare in Pan Gu world. Through gritted teeth, Huoyuan began talking with a deep voice, "Gold Crow true fire? No, it's the essence sun fire developed from the Gold Crow fire. I sense the power of the star, and the ruthless Gold Crow fire, hah!"